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Repairing what's lost - Finale

Logan's surprise on the next day rather shocked the redhead. Like frozen she stood at the lake and stared at it, while he held out his hand to her and waited for her to take it. "What's wrong, darlin'?" he smirked and took it to pull her closer.

"W…what are you up to, Logan?" Jean stuttered and gave the ice an insecure look.

"Well…," he shrugged but still with an amused smirk. "Ya said ya ain't good in it, so…I thought t'teach ya how t'skate." He gave her a gentle push towards the bench and beckoned her to put on the skates. "C'mon!"

"Logan…," she said and gave him a pleading look but the one he returned told her that he wouldn't accept a "No". Sighing, she finally did what he wanted and took both of his hands when he led her onto the ice. "I'm not good in this… The last time I broke my wrist."

"I'm here t'catch ya," Logan smirked and began to move backwards on the ice while he pulled her with him. "Don't be so scared, darlin'," he chuckled, since Jean clung to his arms for dear life. "Ya won't fall, I've gotcha."

"That's…your…surprise…?" she stuttered and shrieked when she nearly slipped.

Chuckling, he caught her and went on ice-skating with her. "Don't tense your muscles so much, darlin'," he said and moved so that he was now behind her. "Ya can actually move those long things that are attached t'your hip, ya know? So…right, then left and right and left…" Moving simultaneously with her, he soon smiled when Jean finally stopped being so tensed. "See?"

"No, Logan!" she shrieked when he let suddenly go of her hands and she had to do it on her own. "Come back here, please!"

"C'mere yourself," Logan smirked and went past her just to stop a few meters. He opened his arms and waited, while she desperately tried not to fall. "C'mon, darlin'. Just do what ya did before!"

"I hate you!" she said aloud, which made him chuckle loudly and she more or less stumbled her way back into his arms. "Stop laughing!" Jean hissed and gave him an angry look that was answered by him with a kiss. "I really hate you, I hope you know that!" she said after their lips had parted.

"Nah, ya don't!" he said and held her close. "So…t'see my surprise," Logan added and his head turned to his right. "Ya actually have t'skate over there."

Following his nod, her eyes widened. "To the boathouse?" she asked and received a smirk. "Can't we walk?" Jean whines but he shook his head. Sighing, she took his hand again and tried to make her way over to the house without falling, which was accompanied by Logan's constant chuckles.

After almost an eternity, at least it had appeared to her as one, they reached the house and he helped her off of the ice and up the ladder, where Jean was happy to get rid off her skates, but froze in her movements after she was about to get up. Her eyes widened when she saw how different the dark room suddenly was and felt how her heart skipped a beat. "Like it?" Logan asked in a calm voice over her shoulder and couldn't believe that her felt actually nervous.

"Did…did you do that?" she asked and gave him a surprised look.

"Yeah, all by myself," he nodded but bit his lip when she turned back around.

"My God…," Jean gasped and made a few steps while looking around the dim light room that was suddenly full of small candles, roses and even rose leaves, while some woolen blankets and pillows were on the ground; next to it a bottle with red wine, as she assumed, and two wine glasses and he had also thought about some food. Suddenly feeling a thick lump in her throat and a strong pressure in her chest, she bit her lip hard and uttered a sob.

Hearing it, Logan instantly thought that he'd done something wrong. "I'm sorry…," he grunted and was about to look down when she suddenly clung to him and cried into his chest.

Not knowing if this was a good or bad sign and why she was upset so much, he remained like frozen and his eyes widened in surprise when she pulled him into a deep kiss first and hugged him tightly again next.

"Thank you…," Jean mumbled into his chest and smiled happily for the first time in months.

"So,…ya like it…?" Logan asked, still not fully convinced.

"I love it…," she smiled and received a smile back while he wiped her tears away. "No one ever did something like that for me…," she added and looked around the room.

"Not even the Boyscout?" he asked and cocked an eyebrow at her while leading her over to the blankets.

"No…not something big like this…," she said and sat down next to him, where he wrapped a blanket around her. Smiling to herself, she added: "And I would have never thought of you as the romantic type…"

"Don't tell anyone!" Logan warned and gave her a glass of whine, before he went under the same blanket with her. They remained silent for a while and just looked at the frozen lake and full moon; enjoying the closeness and company. "So,…ya like your gift?" he asked after a moment after they had finished eating the snacks and Jean had leant into him.

"Best gift I ever had," she smiled and kissed him again. "Thank you so much for this."

"Your welcome, darlin'," he smirked and rested his chin on her head, while he stroked up and down her side.

"You made such a great effort…and I didn't really give you anything," he suddenly heard her mumbling and shook his head.

"This ain't true."

"Why?" Jean asked in confusion and looked up.

"Ya gave me more than ya had to," Logan replied and reached out to caress her cheek, but looked out and onto the lake next. "Far more than everythin' I'd even dreamed of…"

"Don't say that!"

"Why not? It's true," he shrugged and only saw how she shook her head with a sad look in her eyes. "I'd have called ya crazy, if ya had told me that we'd be sittin' here today. Or that we'd be together at all and have this crazy ankle-biter." He heaved a deep breath and inhaled her scent deeply.

"Well, it's not that anything of this was planned," the redhead said and wrapped her arms around his waist to lean into him.

"Good accident if ya ask me," Logan grunted and let himself fall backwards onto the pillows with her on top. "The kid I mean…"

"You're a good father," she said and drew circles on his chest with one finger. Hearing her saying it, he chuckled and received an odd look. "What's so funny?"

"Nothin'," he waved off and used his arm to rest his head onto it. "It's just… I never wanted kids…"

Surprised about it, Jean sat up so that she straddled him and held his gaze. "Why not?" she asked and furrowed her brows. "You are good with children. The students like you…"

"It's not important…," he waved off and looked away; showing her that he didn't want to talk about it.

"Logan," she insisted and received a glare. "I've been honest with you, too… Why did you never want to have children? You like children. Always have… So why not having one on your own?"

"That's the point," he grunted.

"What?" she asked and got even more confused.

"What if my kid ain't a mutant or doesn't have my healing factor?" Logan asked and she could tell that he was angry. "I don't know how old I am, Jean. I could be over 100 or even older, ya said yourself. I'd outlive my kid… And a father or parent should never bury his own child…" Being touched by it, the redhead pulled him into a kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. "He's a mutant, right?" he mumbled into her shoulder when she embraced him.

"Yeah," she nodded. "And Hank said it's very likely for Julian to be a teke or telepath, if not even both with a healing factor. He and Charles consider our genes as strong. So, it's very likely…"

"'kay…," Logan nodded and cupped her face with a stern look. "But I don't want another kid… It's too risky in my eyes that the next one doesn't have a healin' factor and… I just can't do this…" He shook his head but noticed the sad look in her eyes. "Jean…"

"No, it's okay," she waved off with a weak smile. "I understand your reasons…"

"Really?" he asked, one eyebrow raised, but she nodded and leant in to kiss him again.

"I love you…," Jean mumbled and without looking at him. She felt how the heat gathered in her heat and knew she had blushed. When he touched her cheek with a smile, she looked up and bit her lip.

"I love ya, too, darlin'," Logan smirked and turned them around so that she was underneath him. He gave her a loving look and brushed a long, red strand aside before he leant in to kiss her.

Two months later…

After seeing Hank in the infirmary and hearing the test results, Jean walked through the corridors without even realizing where she was going or that others were talking to her and gave her worried looks. Just walking and with her arms wrapped around her thin frame, she kept on moving until she reached a wall where she just slipped down and starred at the ground through wet and desperate looking eyes.

The students could tell that they had never seen Hank Mc Coy looking so worried. The blue mutant kept on walking through the mansion and looked into each room, but obviously wasn't able to find what or who he was looking for. It was not before he reached the kitchen that he stopped. "There you are," he said breathlessly and made the man look up with a cocked eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" Logan grunted and threw another card onto the counter after Peter, Bobby and Scott had done the same.

"You should go look for Jean."

"Why?" he asked and froze in his movements, since the man had sounded worried and he didn't like it. "What's wrong?"

"She…," Hank began and gave the three men a look since their heads had shot up by the mentioning of the redhead. "Well, she came to me because she wasn't feeling well for a week by now… I… I can't tell you the results without her permission, but…" He sighed and ran a hand through his blue fur. "I think you need to talk to her before she does something stupid. I'm not sure how she will react to it after everything she's been through…"

"React to what?!" Logan asked and had gotten off of his chair. "She can't be seriously sick, ya said she wasn't!"

"Just find her and make sure she's fine," Hank begged and could tell that the man was dangerously close to lose his control.

Growling, Logan glared daggers at him but turned and began to concentrate his senses. From all the dozen different scents he knew hers the best and it was easy to sniff out her unique, sweet scent. He would always find his mate's scent the quickest.

He stopped running after seeing her sitting at the wall in the dark room and staring off into nothingness. His heart began to race in his chest and a feeling began to spread that he hadn't felt before; fear, as he figured. After closing the door behind him, he came slowly closer and sat down next to her; realizing that she didn't notice him at all. Not knowing what to do, Logan looked at her for a while and tried to figure out by himself what could have happened that she was so upset. Tears were silently falling and she quivered uncontrollably while she hugged her legs close to her chest. Logan cocked an eyebrow when he noticed that a paper had fallen to the ground next to her. He guessed that the test results were on it and reached out. Again his heart even gained speed and he even began to pray and beg every higher being that she wasn't seriously sick. He just couldn't loser her… With a shaky hand he took the paper and looked at it for a moment, just to close his eyes and let his hand sink again. It was serious, very serious indeed but not in a way he'd expected it…

"I'm scared…," Jean suddenly whispered and Logan turned his head to look at her from aside. Her emotions were running wild and overwhelmed not only him, but also Wolverine, who began to fight. "Ya scared me, darlin'," he said in a deep voice that sounded more like a growl due to his inner animal. "I thought ya were seriously sick…" Reaching out he pulled her close and against his chest. "What are ya scared of?" he asked while rocking her gently in his arms.

"What if it's the same than with Julian?" she began to sob and clung to him. "What if I can't handle it and become depressed again?"

"Darlin', I told ya before that ya probably got depressed because of all the shit that had been goin' on back then," he replied and pulled her closer. "No one left ya this time and I'm here t'help ya. We can do this." He placed a gentle kiss onto her forehead and wiped her tears away.

"But you said you don't want another child…," she cried and moved so that she sat astride on his lap and was facing him. "You never wanted one in the first place…"

Shaking his head, Logan cupped her face and made her look at him. "If we have one kid or two…that doesn't matter. At least not t'me." He sighed when he saw her desperate look. "Jeez, baby, I would never want ya t'get rid of it. It's our baby…"

"I…I just think I that could never handle losing it…," she sniffed and leant into his touch with closed eyes. "I'm so scared, Logan…"

Sighing, Logan pulled her close and felt how she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Everythin' will be fine," he tried to soothe her and added with a smirk. "Hey, and maybe it's a baby girl, who'll look as sexy as her mommy later." He smiled when a sob of her mixed with a short laugh and kissed her hair.

Snuggling deeper into his embrace Jean heaved a deep sigh and was soothed by his now calmer heartbeat. "I'll become fat…"

"So? I love ya anyway," Logan shrugged and stroked through her hair.

"And I'll be a real bitch," she added, which made him chuckle.

"Somethin' else?" he asked and met her eyes when she looked up.

"I'll have weird cravings," the redhead added sniffing and wiped her tears away. "I'll make you run to the kitchen or market in the middle of the night… And if it's the same this time as it was with Julian, I'll throw up pretty much all day for at least 4 months…"

"Hm…," he made seriously and she thought he would back out. "Well,…I think I can live with that. But only under one condition!"

"What?" Jean asked and furrowed her brows.

"Actually two," Logan corrected himself and looked down to meet her eyes. "First, stop cryin', my shirt's already wet. And second…I wanna have a cute lil' baby girl that looks like ya."

"And if it's a boy again?" she asked and sat up; brushing her hair back while biting her lip.

Thinking hard, he smirked and put a hand onto her neck to pull her closer. "I think I can live with that," he answered and pulled her into a gentle kiss.

About 8 months later…

The tension in the corridor became more and more with every minute that went by. While Ororo kept walking up and down the carpet, Rogue, Kitty and Jubilee sat in the floor and leant against the wall and the Professor sat next to them in his wheelchair and had his hands folded. Even if the man kept his cool demeanor, the other new better. He was nervous and the laughing boy, who played with his dog on the ground, didn't make it any better. "Why is it taking so damn long?" the weather goddess groaned when the clock went past midnight. "I thought the second time was quicker…"

"Well… If Wolvie had fainted there would be a hole in the ground now," Jubilee shrugged and pulled her legs close. Receiving odd looks from aside she raised one eyebrow. "What? He's a true girl when it comes to his pregnant fiancée!"

"Baby!" Julian cheered and waited for a nod from the adults before he went on playing. He knew he wasn't allowed to jump onto mommy's lap anymore or hug her too stormy since there was a baby in mommy's belly and his daddy had gotten angry too often when the boy hadn't listen to his warnings. He was nearly three, or better would turn three in three weeks, of which everyone thought it was funny, and had basically no idea what all the riot was about anyway. He knew the word baby and his parents had taught him the word by showing him pictures, but in fact the word was just a word to him.

His daddy had acted weird, too, had been sleepily during the day and even more so at night, since his mommy tended to wake him up at the weirdest hours to make him go and get some food. Once or even twice, his daddy even had to drive to the next gas station, since his mommy wanted Oreos and as soon as his daddy had been back, his mommy had decided that ice crème was even better. Not to mention the hole his daddy had left the hallway afterwards… Then Julian had watched the whole act of moving into new rooms. He didn't know why, since he actually loved sleeping in the bed next to his parents with Blue on his feet. Now he had an own, bigger room with lots of plush animals (thanks to Aunt Juju, aka Jubilee, und Aunt Ari, aka Marie), but baby had gotten its own room, too, and he asked himself why a word needed so much space…

"Still nothing?" a drowsily looking Scott asked and sighed when Ororo shook her head. "And you're still awake, huh?" he asked Julian and picked him up. In the past months his relationship to Logan and Jean had gotten better and, to everyone's surprise, Logan and he actually talked to each other. Ororo had the opinion that the reason had been Jean, who had driven Logan nuts. This one had taken refuge in the kitchen or rec-room as often as he could with at least two bottles of beer, sometime even three. Scott had run into him more than once and knew what the poor man was going through. He had been to hell and back, too, when Emma had been pregnant with Amy, so he knew exactly how the man felt. If he actually felt sorry for Logan, that was another story…

"Professor?" Kitty asked and looked up at the man, but this one shook his head. "God… I'll never want to have children. That's for sure!" she sighed and leant back against the wall again.

"Logan's stressed out…," Charles suddenly said and everyone looked at him. "Wolverine's fighting hard against him…"

"Isn't that dangerous?" Scott asked, since he had seen the man turning the mansion into a building lot more than once in a sudden fit of rage. With a look at the sleeping boy in his arms, he dared to come a bit closer and stopped next to the bald man.

"I doubt Logan will allow Wolverine to take over while Jean gives birth. He knows that she is in pain and stress…," the Professor disagreed. "And he's blocking me out now anyway…"

"Maybe he fainted?" Jubilee asked and waited for a hollow and loud boom, but instead the door opened and a sweaty and tired looking Hank came out.

"And?" "Is she alright?" "Did Wolvie faint?" "A boy?" "A girl?" "How is Jean?" everyone asked at once and the poor diplomat shut his eyes tightly and raised both hands.

"Please…," he begged. "Logan already gave me at least 500 threats of murder and I can still hear his growls in my ears…"

"Hank," Charles asked in a calm voice and looked at the man in tension but also fear. Jean was like a daughter to him and he loved her dearly. "Is she alright?"

Turning, Hank gave the door a brief look and shrugged. "If she made her threat true, she's probably killing Logan now… At least that's what she wanted to do in the past 10 hours…"

"Hank!" Ororo said aloud and gave him a talk-or-you're-dead-look.

"7 pounds, 6 ounces and 21 inches," the man quickly said. "Mommy is fine and is probably killing daddy, as I said. But it's also possible that daddy…"

"Hank!" Scott groaned. "What is it? A girl? Another boy?"

"Well," Hank replied and hid his smirk, since everyone groaned once more. "They are still looking for the same initials as in Julian Michael. Up to now it's…"

"Joy Michelle?" Moira asked and still waited for a Go so that she could finally finish with the birth certificate.

"Maia," Jean pouted and made Logan roll his eyes.

"Remember?" he asked and cocked an eyebrow at her. "We decided it was for me t'pick a name this time, so… Joy Michelle!"

"Logan!" the redhead cried and looked at the sleeping baby girl with the light hair in her arms.

"Nope!" he instantly said and shook his head.

Only shaking hers, since the banter was going in for minutes by now, Moira put the pan aside and crossed her arms. "If you can't decide, how about…Joy Maia Michelle? You want to call her Joy anyway, so who cares about a second and third name?"

"I do!" Logan glared and growled when she rolled her eyes. "Darlin'… I did everythin' for ya in the past months. I got up in the middle of the night, drove mile over mile to get food for ya, which ya didn't want afterwards anyway anymore, I did your work, I cooked, I cleaned the rooms and even tidied up and did the laundry when it became too much for ya," he listed. "AND I even endured your terrible moods!"

"And I suffered pain for the past 10 hours, Logan!" Jean gave back.

"So what? Ya crushed my hand!" he snapped.

"I'll…wait on the outside!" Moira said and left the room quickly to roll her eyes. "And they want to marry in July?" she asked the others and shook her head.

"Which name is it?" Hank asked and placed a kiss on her temple.

"You know Logan," she replied. "He'll give in anyway, so it's probably Joy Maia Michelle…"

"Logan!" Jean said again and used the same I'm-suffering-because-of-you-look, which she had always given him during her pregnancy…and it had always worked. "Please!"

Looking at her for a minute, he finally rolled his eyes. "Fine… Then it's both names."

"You mean three," she smiled happily and made room on the bed for him to come closer again. "Right, baby," Jean asked in a soft voice and stroked over her daughter's cheek.

"Just shut up and let me finally hold my baby," Logan growled and glared daggers at her. Nevertheless, his angry look instantly softened when she placed the small bundle into his arms with a happy smile of hers.

"Happy now?" the redhead asked and sighed since he only nodded absently. "Logan? Are you happy?" she asked once more.

"Mhm…," he was only able to make and moved closer for Jean to lean into him, but still stared and smiled at his tiny baby-girl that had already wrapped her small hand around his finger. "She's gorgeous…," Logan mumbled and made Jean roll her eyes, since she had already asked him twice to get Julian.

"Yes, she is…," she replied and shook her head smiling; using her powers that had finally fully returned to let the others now that everything was fine. "And she's already wrapped you around her little finger, daddy…"

End

I know the end sucks, but I had no clue how to end it. It's already past 1 a.m. here and I have to get up at 6:30 a.m. again. LOL I actually wanted to solve the Richard-conflict in a different way, but I think the way I did was okay, too. At least I hope so. Thanks to all who have read and reviewed the story!!! I had my doubts first that I would get so many reviews at all. I'm really happy now. : ) I will go on typing on Changes next AND…I will finally start the requested Return to Weapon X Sequel. Yes, it's finally in works. LOL And jeez…I have written the first 4 pages, I think,….last year? I hope you guys are still interested in it! Just let me know! Thanks again and see ya!!!